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Post by † Constance † on Mar 7, 2011 23:47:09 GMT -5
So this was the place... and not to mention one quite so beautiful. Eyes slowly closed as the body of a female elf dashes through the forest. She jumps up as she lands perfectly on a branch, looking around until the smell of fresh water catches her nose. Her body was dripping in moist droplets, how long had she been out here? She didnt know. She pounces onto the ground as she makes a short sprint for the calling of fresh and what she assumed cold waters.
"Gah! I just arrived and I already got lost.. I wasnt really good with directions. THOUGH!" She said the last bit with a sound of praise, "I know for certain Im here!" She gleams in delight as she sits on a rock near the crystal clear waters. She takes off her boots and gloves as she steps gently into it. The cold making her shiver as she bends down to scoop up water, splashing it upon her face. Droplets ride down her body as she smiles in delight at the cool feeling.
This was where her next mission was to take place. Though she wasnt too excited for that, she 'was' happy to be surrounded by such a peaceful setting.
"Do this well.. and no harm would befall your dear friend."
"Nothing better happen to her.." She mumbled to herself. |
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Post by Celesia on Mar 8, 2011 0:09:50 GMT -5
Tirana was nagging her… it was annoying, but she dealt with it… if only because it was Tirana. The woman had sought to bring Chelay with them and Celesia hadn’t wanted that. She enjoyed watching Tirana hunt… alone. After all she may even get the desire to hunt Tirana after the other was through. It was by all means Tirana’s idea to bring Chelay for Celesia’s protection, but she had no desire for the shadowy morsel to be around at that moment. Especially when she had better things to be doing… like finding out more about the local underground. It would be a necessary thing in the coming time, not that the princess would be able to turn her down… as it were NO one had yet… aside from her father and everyone knew how HE ended up.
“Empress please…” came the voice of the woman who walked very silently beside her. She had silenced Tirana with her hand over the others mouth. As had they quit moving.
“Tirana… ,” Celesia began as she moved closer to the woman then pressed herself against the other. She could feel much through the woman’s skin tight clothing… or rather she knew EVERY centimeter by heart. “We are hunting… Alone, and won’t be turning back. Ok?” She said with a smile her icy hand tracing a line down the others exposed shoulders.
Tirana nodded in ascent of Celesia’s words. “Very good, now…” She said backing away. “I believe we have some hunting to do and should be very… Quiet.” She motioned for the woman to continue down whatever path the woman had been taking. Celesia herself had never felt the desire for the hunt. Her prey was always more a different kind, and they were VERY fun to hunt. As well as tame.
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Post by † Constance † on Mar 8, 2011 0:28:42 GMT -5
Sighing, Constance lays upon the ground as she glances upwards. The suns rays making her regret that choice awfully quickly. "Tch.." She grimaces as she waves her hand before her, making a darkened top that shielded her from the sun. She playfully crosses her legs and lays her arms behind her head. "Better.."
The sounds of the water next to her, the shade keeping her cool, it was a recipe for disaster in the making. If she fell asleep now, especially in unknown territory who is to say what would befall her. Nontheless, nobody had ever been crazy enough to attack her. Not that they would even have the chance. Earlier, she had made a barrier protecting her lingering form. Though she was free from the wandering eyes of the alliance, old habits die hard. Eyes slowly closed as she turned to her side, last images being that of the green grass that penetrated in between her fingertips.
Eve.. Eve.. Ill save you. Just watch me. Eve.. She never had nightmares. But they started coming to her by the buckets once her dear friend was captured. Her beloved friend and sister was being dragged by shadows that held a piercing and sinister smile. No matter how hard Constance tried to run towards her, the more and more her legs felt as if they were being drawn into the ground. "Eve!" She calls out in her sleep, tears glistening down her face as she claws onto the ground. |
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Post by Celesia on Mar 8, 2011 0:44:53 GMT -5
Tirana was tracking something, but wouldn’t say what that something was. It apparently garnered all of the woman’s attention leaving Celesia free to her vices… which consisted of staring at Tirana as she worked. A smile was played across her lips as her feet crunched lightly the leaves underfoot. One day she would have to get Tirana or Chelay to show her how they moved on surfaces without making a sound. Chelay would be the better of the two she spent more time doing it… Tirana had that grace about her though and it drew her eyes… until the sound of a stream… or river prickled her ears over the sound of birds. Luckily that was the direction Tirana was moving in and she happily followed the chill air that pursued her chasing ever after. As they approached Tirana signaled her to stop which she did so… Tirana controlled the hunt Celesia had learned when the woman said stop t’was best to do so. Her gaze wandered as Tirana observed something at her feet… probably feces or something. They were near water… animals needed to drink. She preferred to play in the water though… so as she waited and her gaze drifted around she entertained the thought of playing in the river with Tirana. A dark patch… oddly magical Perhaps a treasure waited beneath magical disguise. Were Hrist here she could easily have known. She wanted to approach it… However, Curiosity killed the dragon as they say, but Tirana was far from normal and the girl could go first. Celesia was confident in the woman’s resilience. So when the moment arrived Celesia pointed at the dark patch and motioned that she wished to discover it’s inner most secrets. Tirana shook her head… probably saying it was too dangerous. Well Celesia had other plans she wished to know what lay beneath such a powerful yet not so much spell of shade. Something obscure… Tirana of course obeyed as she should and without too much of a questioning or warning glance. Their approach would be slow as the hunt should be. A voice drifted to her ears from the loction they were headed… ahh the shade seemed to be hiding a very nice treasure after all. She could only hope that she should arrive unnoticed. OOC: I was going to have her get right up beside you… but the post was taking too long  |
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Post by † Constance † on Mar 8, 2011 1:19:31 GMT -5
Constance starts to toss in her sleep. Her eyes tightly closed as her nightmare progressed. Usually it ended at the scene that Eve disappears into the shadows, leaving her binded by blackened vines as they pulled her into the ground. But it didnt. She was surrounded by blackened liquid substance that she couldnt make out what it was. She lifts a hand as she gently touches it. The feeling, was it smoke? It swirled around her as she looks all around her. It was odd but it wasnt so threatening anymore. Everytime she moved her finger in a cirlce, the smoke would follow. She controlled it?
Constance placed both arms to her side as she as she swayed them as if a wave. The smoke follows, creating unique patterns around her until she makes a twirling motion, holding her hands over her head. In an instant, the smoke wrapped itself around her once nude form. Once done, she pulls her hand to the side instantly as the smoke vanished. Was that.. it?
Now calmed in her sleep a thought passes through her mind. She controlled it.. so does that mean she could use her powers to overthrow the alliance? Was she strong enough?
She opens her eyes slowly, as she released the grass pieces that were in her hand. She stares at the sun through her protected shade. Though she didnt budge. What an odd dream.. |
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Post by Celesia on Mar 8, 2011 1:38:17 GMT -5
Celesia was crouched down gazing at the wonder she had found. Ohh such a glorious day this had become. Tirana had forbade her from going under the shade herself lest there be additional traps. After that and so she could have time to look Tirana moved around to the other side her weapon drawn should the rose before her have thorn’s. She had come across a few of those prickly flowers, and they were ohh so delicious. Gazing was all she was allowed though and though her hand had made a motion to move under the shade she had stopped it every time.
It moved instead up to her hat and fixed it in place the crown was more nuisance at most times though it did help keep her hat on when the wind blew. She gazed and gazed eyes falling from one area to the next the pointed ears onto the golden locks of hair the pale skin (I think…). She desired this flower, but couldn’t even touch it. Should she send Tirana to fetch Hrist? Surely the woman could tell were any more intricate trap spell laid about the flower. No… she would content herself for the moment in watching… as seemed to have just paid off. The flower bloomed.
The flowers gaze fell into the shaded sun above and Celesia took the opportunity to speak. “Good Morning Woodland Flower, though tiss actually the afternoon.” The leaves beneath her had the tingy white of frost from her being there too long. “I do hope your dreams have been as pleasant as my time watching you in them.”
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Post by † Constance † on Mar 8, 2011 2:25:15 GMT -5
Her shadow barrier kept tugging on her body as if for warning of someone approaching. But all that time, Constance decided to ignore it. She found it rather intriguing that someone would find the guts to even go as far sneaking up on her. She briefly closes her eyes as she sees what lies beyond her barrier. Two damsels.. one wearing a crown. What odd company.
Opening her eyes once more she could feel the presence of one to her side.
“Good Morning Woodland Flower, though tiss actually the afternoon.”
A smile graced her lips. No matter which, if push came to shove she was more than willing for a bout. Though the other seemed to be quite welcoming. Maybe a fight wasnt needed? Constance had hoped so. But the thought of the other female bearing her weapon out was something not to take too lightly. "It is, isnt it? And morning to you milady." She replied as simply as that.
“I do hope your dreams have been as pleasant as my time watching you in them.”
"They were quite pleasant yes.. although.." Constance side glances as jade orbs met of those before her. ".. seeing such a beautiful woman now who is to say Im not still dreaming? Surely one that possesses such beauty couldnt possibly exist in the real world." She added a charming smile as she shifted her body in amusement. She knew for certain this wasnt a dream, but that never stopped her before. "Before I fearfully wake up... may I ask for such a beautys name?" Her barrier was still up, and though the other seemed of charming company, like mentioned before~ old habits die hard. |
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Post by Celesia on Mar 14, 2011 20:05:12 GMT -5
A sly smile spread across her lips as the flower replied. Ahh even her voice was rapturous, or perhaps evoked rapture. She didn’t wish to think on such things though as she did have to reply to her newly discovered perennial beauty. Out of the top corner of her eyes she saw Tirana paceing behind the woman just out of reach of the shaded… dome? “Ahh, but perhaps I am just that, but if so by what name should I be called?”
A light laugh escaped her lips as she continued, “Or if by Chance I were I such a figment from you dream. I might ask why you would dream of one so beautiful? Perhaps you seek… pleasant Company.” Would that the one before her be made hers. No… it was probably best to see if this was as Tirana warned a trap lay in the hunting grounds one seeking to prey on the weary or lustful. Such a flower would have been caught in her net of eyes very soon after her arrival. And yet here she was, but no need to be defensive. After all should she coax the flowers roots from its current place she may yet be able to place those roots in a more… comfortable environment.
**Bahh post and... IRIS! *Waves***
OOC: hehe... maybe next time I'll have her stretch and... *gets more ideas and wanders off with them*
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Post by † Constance † on Mar 15, 2011 8:41:45 GMT -5
"Pleasant company?" Constance sounded out, her voice heightened in tone to show it caught her attention. "Well.. perhaps I am." Discreetly she eyes the beauty before her. "So in other words.. youre exactly what I desire?" Constance grins as she turns over onto her front, now able to see the woman clearly. Alas the other was as beautiful as she had claimed her to be. This could be fun..
"So.. my dream girl has no name does she? I suppose its only right. Since how can a enchanting beauty possibly be connected to a simple name?" She kept her charming smile as fingertips played with the grass that rested underneath it. Her shield reacted, constantly on guard. The other woman seemed to be at her distance, and yet she still held her weapon at ready. Should she call her out? No no... not yet.
Constance lifts her upper torso as she formed into a sitting position. Her golden blonde hair now rising to her front as she gently pushed them back. Still within her shield of protection, she wouldnt dare step out of her shield so long as a weapon was present. ((OOC: Lol~ Haiiiii!!! -waves and huggles- About the whole stretching thing <w< ~<3 Lmao great fan service<333 -nods-nods- Iris approves! ^^b -thumbs up- )) |
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Post by Celesia on Mar 21, 2011 18:14:09 GMT -5
“I’m told by many a dreamer that I am exactly what they desire, but are you able to touch a dream?” Of course most people that told her she was what they actually was desired to KILL her, and of course since this could only happen in their dreams she wasn’t too far off the point. It was just one of those lovely perks that came with being a conquering Empress.
“Dreams are too fleeting to have names MY dear flower, but perhaps tiss one reason they are so hard to reach out and grasp again.” She sat back onto her knee’s a smile still on her face as she feigned a bit of tiredness and yawned lightly. Her hands reached over and behind her head pushing her long violet hair back and letting it flow down through them as she stretched her chest protruding more toward the flower before her. One whose name she did not yet know, but whom she desired even more as moments passed. She was interesting sooo very interesting.
While stretching she saw the disapproving look of Tirana standing by a tree not far from them. It appeared she had backed off to give her room to ‘work’. Of course the woman was probably jealous. Celesia had been with Tirana or Chelay every night since getting here… all be it it hadn’t been very long, but there were SO MANY beautiful fish in the nearby waters. None she had seen up to the level before her, but… not many matched up in all the places she had been so far. “However, Should you manage to name me… the dream may last much longer than one sitting.” She said having finished the over emphasized yawn and stretch the smile back on her lips.
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Post by † Constance † on Mar 24, 2011 8:20:33 GMT -5
“I’m told by many a dreamer that I am exactly what they desire, but are you able to touch a dream?”
At the others response, Constance could only grin whole-heartedly before sending a reply of her own. "Tis true... but if one dreams and wishes it to be nothing but reality, one only has to make the dream come true themselves. Thus finally being able to touch." Her eyes twinkled in delight as she felt secured enough to finally let down her shield. She was confident in her abilities should it require her to fight. But whats a day filled of bliss should nothing be risked?
“Dreams are too fleeting to have names MY dear flower, but perhaps tiss one reason they are so hard to reach out and grasp again.”
Constance raised a brow. "Yet true again my hearts desire. But what if a dream turns out to be your last? Stuck in a dream that has no name?" Constance watched as the other pushed back her long beautiful hair. She was quite beautiful, enchanting even. Funny thing about it was that she 'knew' she was. Eyes glanced at the girl who seemed to be backing off. Not that she minded. It meant the uproar of a fight was that much less to happen.
“However, Should you manage to name me… the dream may last much longer than one sitting.”
A smirk was clearly visible upon Constances lips. "Manage to name you my dearest?" she asked to make sure. She leaned close, cautiously of course as her lips only were an inch away from the others. "My my.. up close you are even more beautiful. What name could possibly match such a beauty?" |
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Post by Celesia on Mar 24, 2011 21:48:11 GMT -5
It seemed the girl was finally coming out of her shell… literally. That made things more pleasant. She could… do so much more with touch than words, even if a game of words made things so entertaining. Her lips pursed at the close proximity of the flower before her. It seemed the flower was quit wild, untame, exotic and from the smell of the heated breath on her face… fruity even. Celesia closed the distance pressing her cold lips against the others. Her tongue darted out and grazed across the fine line of the flowers lips before darting back to its refuge.
She pulled away instantly a few inches and no more than a foot. “Why not…” she backed away a bit more and lay back her arms holding her up in a rather provocative fashion. “Pleasure,” she said the smile on her face wry. Tirana was antsy and she could tell, but her enticing flower needed her utmost attention at the moment. And the frozen grass beneath her told of how little she was paying attention to other things.
OOC: good enough~
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Post by † Constance † on Mar 26, 2011 12:14:46 GMT -5
Aware of the enchanting woman as she closed the gap between them, alas came the kiss. Such cold lips, so refreshing especially since she had been heated all day today. Such a kiss left her quenched and refreshed by the time it was saddenly broken. Constance then breathed out what appeared to be cold breath, her tongue sliding along her lips as she then formed a grin.
She watched coyly as the other bent back, such a inviting pose. But she also took note of the grass beneath the woman as they turned into ice. So the other was a master in manipulating ice. Very interesting. Yet that didnt stop her.
She crawled over the other woman as blonde hair dangled at her sides, brushing against the other womans body. She made sure her hands were away from the frozen grass area. Still holding her coy grin as she stayed hovered over the other. "Pleasure. . if theres one thing I learned. Its that in my profession. I might die at any given time. So I am not one to pass any fortunate. . . meetings with beauties like yourself." She bent down as she ran her nose only an inch as she took in the other scent. It was rather very intoxicating.
"Such an intoxicating aroma..."
((OOC: Same lol~)) |
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Post by Celesia on Apr 5, 2011 22:25:13 GMT -5
Her flower moved over her. Hmm below wasn’t so bad it just meant she could pull the other down to her should she desire such. Even if it meant the beautiful dark flower would escape her grasp. After all the chase was also VERY fun. One of her arms reached up no longer supporting her it ran it’s icy grasp down the woman’s side her hands touch emanating cold that she hoped would seep through the clothing the other was wearing.
Her hand finally reached the others rear which stuck into the air rather nicely. “And does this profession require such…” Her eyes once more scanned the beauty. “…Provocative clothing? It is certainly… eye catching. I do rather like it.” She said as she grasped slightly at the woman’s butt.
The sound of Tirana came to her ears almost immedietly after she finished speaking. Two rapid knocks against the tree she had been standing by followed by three more. Hmm it did seem that they had company. She did so hate it when company interrupted her.
A smile spread across her lips. “Would you like to take it in more?” She asked then with the one arm already grasping her flower she used the other to pull the woman down onto her. The others face landing neatly on her breast. Celesia’s voice came as but a cool whisper near the woman’s head. “However, you will have to do so quietly as it seems… something dangerous is headed our way.
OOC: *assumes Constance wears clothing similar to the kind in her photo* *celesia does... especially the hat*
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